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I have gone to the online Apple Store about ten times over the last few days, and chickened out over clicking that last button to purchase a new computer. My friend Jim is a computer expert and he says he fears my motherboard is trying to tell me something. We cleared up the problem with the stuck fan that probably caused the motherboard enough irk to begin complaining, but, while that certainly stopped the other fan from going batshit every time I played a video, and gave us the chance to clean everything nicely, restore a jot of the original sparkle, it did not stop the little weirdnesses that indicate a miffed motherboard to Jim.
I had to call my redneck friend and warn him I was going to jump off a bridge if my car breaks down now, and he told me he would save me if this monstrous purchase actually puts me in the kind of pickle it absolutely will if anything goes wrong for, like, the next year or so, and reminded me that I'm old and most of my life is on this fucker now... I can just keep not leaving my house until this is over....
So. This did not lessen my terror much, but just enough for me to, stupidly, click that last button, and so it's happening now whether I like it or not. Maybe it will be so wonderful a new contraption that it will ease my existential terror enough to live through this without munching downers to get me through.
Or... not.
Anyway, if you suddenly stop hearing from me over the next few days, this motherboard probably said see ya.
always and any time....
